MISCELLANEOUS.

Tuapeka Times, Volume V, Issue 251, 21 November 1872, Page 9

MISCELLANEOUS.

To prevent Cabbages from taking Blight — "When the plants are^ about half grown in the bed, powder them all over with lime. When they are planted out in the field or plot and commence to grow, sow lime all over th© ground ; in three or four weeks they will require to bo hoed, as soon as the hoeing is finished sow lime over them, and it may be repeated after every hoeing, The gardener should have lime by him ready for use, get it new burned from the kiln, and put it away in a dry place to prevent it from slacking, in course of time it will come down to powder by the action of the atmosphere. When required for use sift out the shales which are not come down. Take the powder iv a bucket and sow over the ground iv the same manuer as wheat is sown. One and a half to two bushels of lime will be enough for an acre. Choose a calm dry afternoon to sow the lime, as the dew at night will slack the lime about tlie time the slugs come out, and it will kill them an 4 other insects. Lime may be used fresh from the kiln by pounding it down to dust. Don't use water to slack it. It will not hurt the plants if the leaves are dry. Mr and Mrs Ormes and their two children, and Daniel Dickinson, who were on their way from Kansas to Minnesota, allowed a man named Tanzey to travel with them, and he conceived the idea of murdering them for the purpose of possessing himself of their team and effects. On the night of the 18th ult., while the party were asleep, he proceeded with his bloody work, first shooting Dickinson, beside whom he slept. Next he shot Ormes, and killed his wife with an axe. The two children, aged respeciively three years and fifteen months, he despatched by cutting their throats, because he says he was afraid their cries would attract persons to the spot. But the most horrible feature is that the assassin put the corpses of his victims in the waggon, covered them with olotb, oarriod them with him for miles, and was finally discovered by the stench which arose from the decaying corpses. His captors after his confession was made, took him to a tree and hanged him.

Strawberries would appear to be coming in early in the Grey district ; the " Argus says : — " 'The delicacies of the season are becoming suddenly too numerous for- the paragraphist. ' Bnt yesterday' the delicacy was whitebait. Now, and ' all too soon,' it is strawberries, it is now only the 21th of October, yet, twenty-four, hours ago a collar box crammed full of ripe strawberries was left at this office. The box was marked 'No. 17,' and the straw berries it contained were, as to ordinary strawberries, what collars of that size are to collars of common dimensions. And the strawberries were as •ripe as cherries' >yhen cherries are at the fulnes9 of ripeness. The strawberries aforesaid were planted by Mr. Chesterman, and produced by nature, at Cremorne Gardens,. South Beach, Greymoulh. They were beautiful to look upon; and probably good to taste, but eating strawbnrries so early in the season seemed to be such sejfis'mess that they have been left in the collar box, to be examined by whomsoever, takes an interest in that esculent particularly, or in horticulture generally."

A citizen of a curious character and strange liaine recently departed this

life at Brunoy, where ho was civilly interred without any religious ceremony. Pierre Laehambeaudie was the name of this worthy, who has just been buried like a dog. His career was decidedly chequered. By trade he was a Socialist, fabulist, but he was often obliged to gain a living by doing other jobs. In 1840 he retired for three months into a Chartreuse convent, and there learned from the good monks the art of making cbaplets and beads. Not long ago he had to take to this way of earning money again, and whilst writing ribald verse and preaching Atheism, manufactured rosaries, which he sold in the vicinity of Saint Sulpice. Pierre Laehambeaudie, who was evidently bent on serving God and Mammon, forms a tolerable pendant to the poet of whom Macaulay said that he wrote very respectable sacred verse when he was sober, and was run over by a hackney cab when he was drunk. There is not much to choose between the beads and atheistical doggerel of one poet and the religious stanzas and intemperance of the other. — Paris Correspondent of " The Scotsman."

In the debate on Mr. O'Rorke's motion, for the offering of rewards for the discovery of goldfields, Mr. Gillies said :—": — " Gold lias been discovered, and in considerable quantities in*various parts of the North Island, of which he was aware, where it could not at present be worked. He could assure the late Native Minister (Mr. M'Lean) that he had in his possession for some four or five years, specimens of gold-bearing quartz from the north Jof Auckland, where it could not at present be worked, but where he hoped it would be" worked. He could also show him that from around Lake Taupo — the very place to which the expedition organised jointly by himself and the honorable member had gone at the request of the Natives — he had gold in his possession, not iron pyrites, but gold, found in two different places ; and that there were other places in the North Island from whence he had seen gold brought — between the Waikato and Lake Taupo — and he had maps in his possession where he could put his finger on the spot."

A correspondent expresses a hope, which many will no doubt share, that when the revised edition of the Bible is issued, we shall be spared the fulsome and slavish dedication which offends decency in the present. " Words of praise," says the writer, " addressed to a foolish, wealc, old dotard, whose chief characteristics were cowardice and pedantic buffoonery, are sadly out of place in a book accepted as a recorn of God's dealings with man, and cad only raise a feeling of disgust in the reader." Few people probably take the trouble to read the precious performance in question, or it could hardly have been permitted so longr to occupy the first page of our Bibles. The greatest antiquarian zeal and the most sentimental regard for the " good old times" could scarcely tolerate this effusion of delirious loyalty. — "Echo." It isn't often we want to be an angel or a girl or anything like that, but when, last Saturday night, we "sot out the show" at Wallack's and gazed with unadulterated feelings of rapture when Lydia Thompson and the other women pranced round the stage with scarcely a stitch of visible toggery upon their beautiful forms, we admit that we did long to be one of them, they looked so cool and airy and transparent, while we and the other suffering men were starched and wound up in clothes and things as if we were Egyptian mummies a thousand years old or more. Adam and Eve had the proper idea of dressing, and if it hadn't been for the jobbiftess of that animated boa constrictor we all might be roaming about the streets, innocent as lambs and as naked as the day we were born. Just imagine how pleasant and cool it would be for us all, to say nothing of the absence of tailors and tailors' bills. We certainly envy Lydia her costume. . . We wonder that some enterprising manager doesn't get up "Lady Godiva" fc'ais hot weather. Griven with appropriate costume and a real Lady Godiva and live horse, this thin<» would pay like fun. It's a libel on womankind to say that no pretty behaved female could be induced to assume the character of Lady Godiva, for to the pure all things are pure, likewise "Honi soit gui mill y pense;" the growing sisterhood of divine beauties would be only too willing to enact the part of one whose virtues were worthy the emulation of her sex. HFota JBene — It was while this nude lady was cavorting through the streets of Coventry that a disreputableyoung man took advantage of the novelty of the scene, and " went one eye on her" in a surreptitious manner, although it was against the law so to do. What was the fate of this immoral creature? He was struck blind before he was half done looking at her lovely and unconstrained charms, and had to soil inntehes for a living ever after. New York, bad as she is in the estimation of our envious provincial towns, could never produce such a lurking devil as this beastly Peeping Tom of Coventry — perhaps. A nude girl little thinks of brains, " Yet many a boon of critics bogs — Oertes, they need not take much pains — They'll find her talent in her lega.

■" New York Clipper."

An Irishman who had blistered his fingers by endeavouring to pull on a pair of boots, excl-umed, " I believe I nover shall get them on until I wear them a day or two,"

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